Buzz Poets - Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic) Lyrics
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Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic)
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What Are The Lyrics For Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic) By Buzz Poets?
She misses, and she kisses the night.
Sweet as sugar. Cool summer delight of silver and glitter. Cool crystal, she floats out of sight, and her fragile sprirt, sails the wind like a kite. She's flying, I miss her. The pain, the pain of winter. The flame, the flame like silver. The taste, the taste of sugar, is sweeter, is sweeter my love. She's faded, she has tasted the light. Now she's jaded hold on, hold on tight. She whispers. I hear her. The pain, the pain of winter. The flame, the flame like silver. The taste, the taste of sugar, is sweeter, is sweeter my love. Hurt me, (Hurt me) Kill me, (Kill me) Make me beg for more. You will never dissolve. You will never dissolve. You will not dissolve my love. Cool crystal, she embraces the night. Cool castel, underwater delight. Of silver and sugar. The pain, the pain of winter. The flame, the flame like silver. The taste, the taste of sugar, is sweeter, is sweeter... The pain, the pain of winter. The flame, the flame like silver. The taste, the taste of sugar, is sweeter, is sweeter my love, my love |
Who Wrote Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic) By Buzz Poets?
Frederick Louis Iv Beauregard, James Todd Smith, Jason Edward Krause, Marlon Ray Young, Matthew Shafer, Robert James Ritchie
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What's The Duration Of The Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic) By Buzz Poets?The duration of Sugar (Right Side-Acoustic) is 4:30 minutes and seconds. |
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